A smiling girl in a long black dress walks out of the cafe's main building, a bright smile on her face, her eyes a pale, watery green to match her dark green pigtails, which reach all the way down to her ankles. She was holding a menu, and walked up to Maxwell's table. Her feet were bare, oddly enough, and she smelled faintly of wet dirt, like a grass field after it's rained, a smell quite unfitting in the concrete garden of the city grounds. However, the oddest thing Maxwell could sense about this strange girl was in fact not something about her, but a lack of something. Fear. This girl who stood before Maxwell knew not an ounce of fear. Every human knew a little fear, even if it were just the fear that their clothes didn't fit together, and yet there was not a trace of it to be found on the girl. "Hello, sir. Welcome to the Wishing Well Cafe."